Abilene (The Eisenhower Waltz)

God bless you, Dwight D. Eisenhower
 As I stand next to the truck stop shower
 Watching our bright destiny unfold
 Now your highway moves from here to gone
 This land we've laid out hands upon
 And sir, it is a sight just to behold
 Oh God bless you, Dwight D. Eisenhower
 Though this is not our finest hour
 Highwaymen have made off with your creed
 And now the band is marching, no matter what
 The eyes of history are shut
 This is the hour of our deepest need
 Oh, and the wind howls
 Mmm, and the wind howls
 Oh the wind howls, through the fields of Abilene
 So God bless you, Dwight D. Eisenhower
 As now the youth in all their flower
 Hang on the iron cross you warned us of
 And they say you wept to hang them slow
 And you among us all might know
 These things it seems we sometimes do for love
 Oh these things we do for love
 Oh, and the wind howls
 Mmm, and the wind howls
 Oh the wind howls through the fields of Abilene
 Mmm, and the wind howls
 Oh, and the wind howls
 Oh the wind howls through the fields of Abilene